MJ: I took a screen shot of this text you sent to me a few years ago, so that one day when everything finally worked out for us, we could look back on just how far we’ve come.
Malia: Are you sending me that screenshot because I got mad at you today?
MJ: No. I was looking through all of our old pictures and videos and stuff, and I thought it would be a good idea to post it, because we really have come a long way.
Malia: I’m sorry I got mad. You know when I get mad at you for stupid stuff, I make up for it right?
MJ: No worries babe. It’s all good.
Malia: You always do that. It is so hard to get mad at you, because you always do cute, romantic, things like this.
MJ: Is that a bad thing?
Malia: No. It’s adorable actually.
MJ: 🙂
Malia: Is it naughty time?
MJ: Yes!
Malia: Can I tell you something?
MJ: Sure.
Malia: I want to have another baby.
MJ: Well, you’re in luck then.
Malia: ?????
MJ: I know how babies are made.
Malia: And you want to show me?
MJ: No, I don’t want to show you. I want to do the baby making act with you. You know, interactive style.
Malia: Mmm hmm
MJ: It’s for the kids my love.
Malia: Oh gawd! Come baby me MJ.
MJ: 
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Malia: 
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MJ: As in will I make another baby with you?
Malia: Yes
MJ: Are you sure? Maybe I should wear a condor?
Malia: I love you so I guess I can live with your bird sex fetish.
MJ: WTF?
Malia: You wrote condor. Do you even have a condor? Baby, I love you, but you are straight up absurd! The entire time we have been together, you have never worn one. Why did you bring that up? You don’t want to baby me up again?
MJ: I was trying to be playful. Did it backfire?
Malia: No, but you’re lucky I need you for baby making, so you get to score no matter what.
MJ: This is like Game Genie, on Nintendo, when I was kid, where you can’t lose.
Malia: You’re old. I love you salt and peppa hair.
MJ: Alright, then my Gen X ass is about to rock your Gen Y world!
Malia: Tell the truth. If I wanted it, anytime, day or night, how hard would I have to talk you into it?
MJ: You had me at “If I wanted it”.
Malia: You are such a shit head. Now come to mama.
